The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-03-25

are vulgar.
~ was just saying to Mrs. dc Sille"
said /, at my wits end for some
thing and hesitated-
"Sille, Sile? Are there any OF the
name leftp" she exclaimed with the
first show of interest. ~ thought the
family extinct"
"Well, yes, in the male line. But
you certainly know your hostess,
don't your"
"To tell you candldly, don't. !
came down here by chance-by mis-
lakeland hope to get away without
attracting notice"
"As if you could" cried. "There
are not so many beautiful women
nowadays that you could hope to
pass IN crowd"
felt that the fair ones eyes were
on me, and, though knew colored,
determined to see her at last. Raising
my eyes-there was that accursed fan
again! But the shot had told the ian
looked better humored, more talka-
tive, and the body in that enhancing
silk robe turned trifle in my direc
ton
"Then that is why you wear one OF
those delicious dresses we have in nm
natures and old pictures!" | cried.
"But sometimes you come down to
the present, don't you? Sometimes
you think il might be well to know
your own times--not those OF sixty
years gone by? For | want to
see more of you. may have no 9th.
er opportunity to say so. viii you,
will you let me call on you?"
| said this because | saw that little
ass, Tommy Moore, steering straight
out for our tete.a.t etc.
"Why, you do call on me oftenl'
said the lady, calmly. "You dine ut
my table ut least once u month i'll
winter"
witch, avauntw | Kissed, perceiv-
ing that by some incomprehensib
means n friend must have been mas
querading. | moved suddenly and
caught her profile against the brilliant
room for n second. But it was not
one knew, though it recalled four or
five people to my mind only to reject
them.
81 don't propose TO tell you my
name" she Grid, "but you must tell
me yours. Ali | suspected it
from the resemblance. Your father
was charming mdn-rather to head
long in falling in love, poor fellow
but your mothers mother What an
original creature! Such sad face as
she had when she lost her husband.
But from that sadness, as from n
heavy cloud in summer. how she shot
wit and humor like different colored
lightning Those were not bad days
in their way-I have heard"
j drew long breath. "You fright
ened me then. You spoke as if you
belonged TO New York sixty years AGO
and were n disembodied spirit revisit
ingthe earth"
She laughed n thin. but musicai,
laugh.
"And ii | were? o, don't you see
how little difference it makes, whether
] am myself or my own grandmother?
e get our qualities from our ances.
n rs. Put it this way: | may posi-
: " have had so much to do with old
people of my own family who live al
together in the past that unconscious
ly / live there with them-and know
Old New-York as perfectly as-I do
not know New New York;
Tommy Moore cameup. Isaw that
Mrs. de Sille had become crazed with
annoyance, and conjecturing that |
could not extricate myself, had sent
him to furnish me with an excuse.
"Mr. Thomas Moore, the eminent
end man OF all amateur minstrelsy-
without his burnt cork"-thus in
PRODUCED Moore to the lady, wishing
to him the flames of Sheol, and won
derirg how could get hold OF her iden-
tity.
al didn't catch her NAME" bawled
Tommy in what he thought very
facetious stage whisper.
The lady lowered her fan, but al
ways so that | could not see her face,
and gave Tommy such n look that
his knees smote together. He reach
ed hastily for stool, and remaiaed
speechless, with his mouth slightly
oDen.
mo, 20 nowhere now resumed
she. TRANQUILITY, as il she continued q
conversation. The manners OF the
present generation are so bad that
there is no pleasure in it. The men
cannot even bow, and, do you know,
| tklnk this whrling dance shockingly
vulgar. There is so much rers onal
contact. Here she produced smell
ing bottle of ancient shape and shifted
prettily at it. "As for the women,
they have 10 sense NJ all. A lady
must know how to be rude, but only
when 1t is needed to check vulgarity.
1t seems to me that these women and
litf 10 misses AFRO only rule when they